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Dear Donald


I've had about exactly enough of this

Of the big-wigs telling people that they don't deserve to live

Because they weren't born with money (Where's that silver spoon?)

Because they weren't born legal--I mean, I didn't even know humans could be illegal,

Still

You're feeding us your generalities and technicalities but

You're forgetting our individualities and spiritulaities 

You're telling us that we don't matter

But we're people too 

And technically

We're 99% similar in our DNA to you

So fuck you Trump,

And fuck all your friends

Because we're not stopping

Until the war on people ends

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